Warrior Princess (Death Comes)

Death stocks but you know not,
Tired to very core still duty calls,
Action afar so fear has dimmed,
Wariness defeated by exhaustion,
Yet this is the faultiness of death,

For death watches, draws nearer,
With slow patience, eyes on you,
Ever alert, awaiting her chances,
Slow motion bringing ere closer,
Still you’re left nascent calm,

The crack din breaks desert sun,
You perceiving nothing but heat,
Silence surroundings is calmest,
First realization is last thought,
Far too late you know your end,

And complete she fades back,
For the hunt must begin again…

easy…
warrior princess

Left Behind

Agonizing pain,
This vast emptiness,
Forlorn host now lost,
How do I now to go on,
How do I dare to continue,
Only yesterday future bright,
The whole of tomorrows entice,
Yet today vision now dark and lost,
Where have you journeyed to alone,
Why for am I left here in pensive pain,
Reaching out I find you not,
Ever searching still you’re lost,
Calling and hearing only the silence,
Pleading but no answer to spring forth,
How now do I continue without my best part,
They say to make peace,
Tell me to let memories dim,
Assure me this pain too shall pass,
But I know well their misunderstanding,
They cannot will-not ever know the truth,
Me empty shell left here while she’s gone home,
Why to continue onward all alone?

Easy…

Beg

Late Fall

Shivers come as breezes blow brisk,
Birds dance thick chasing last meals,
My mind runs over in frustrated pain,
Worried visions of the coming white,
Summer long gone and winter is near,
Yet behold the new glory, colors at play,
Awaken to a wonder, beautiful new day,
Old path doth call me pull and enchant,
Magistry enticing to come out and dance,
I cannot refuse so I push at these wheels,

easy…

acrylic on rag
acrylic on rag

Lack of Choice

This a relentless storm of falseness,
I fear the trauma laid out before us,
Dread the dark future for ny children,
The few clamp down on the many,
Sharp cutting claws of privileged,
Will we really ever learn to stand,
Recover all what they’ve stolen, 
Existence all fearful bleak disgust,
Ever will we take back what lost,

easy…

choice